The ripples are still,
the water is clear.
The pebble lies
on the pond's bed.
That's thoughts of you.
The trees are dark,
all blackened with soot.
High up there sprouts
a leaf in parrot-green.
That's thoughts of you.
The palace is in ruins.
On a lone, broken pillar,
a filigree flower
refuses to fade.
That's thoughts of you.
I string grand words
and declaim to the world,
when a voice whispers
caution into my ear.
That's thoughts of you.
As my mind grapples
with difficult poetry,
a song enters my heart
to haunt me softly.
That's thoughts of you.
(Meaning to post this for a long time, but hadn't been able to sit down and translate... Bageshree has written two versions of Ninna Nenapu, one sung by Nitin and the other by Kalavathy on our album. This is the version sung by Nitin. -- Ram)
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I KNOW THIS COMMENT DOES NOT PERTAIN TO THIS POST. BUT PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AS I'M TRYING TO GET RAMAKRISHNA TO HOPEFULLY STAND BEHIND A SORRY PIECE HE WROTE IN MID-DAY AND CHURUMURI
.. and you won’t find much in his oeuvre that you could call mellifluous.
In 'The sum of MJ's lifework' (oeuvre), you do not find anything mellifluous ? Are you kidding or just plain ignorant about his work ? The Jackson Five sang slow-sweet songs that could make you cry ! Try 'Ain't No Sunshine' or a 'I Just can't stop loving you..'
This article woefully lacks depth and research ; it is akin to a quickie that the older Jacksons had and Michael bore witness to. By the way, they were not just 'making out' you moron ! Are you too shy to call it what it was -- sex.
According to you, 'his love life was doomed' ; 'he came to be accused of child abuse' and these 'must have made him king of pop' ? You serious ? Isn't it the other way around ? His travails started when he became huge. He became huge as his music was good and people loved (he was a complete package) it -- popular ! From when the moment he moon walked in the Motown-25 there was no stopping him. He was an shrewd businessman in his earlier days -- one who envisioned the music video industry, single handedly sold it and made profitable. He out-bid everyone for the Beatles catalog. He broke racial barriers at the all-white MTV. If anything,the freakiness started trending uphill as the record sales trended downhill. His freakiness did not sell records. Period. On the contrary, people who loved him distanced themselves from his music when he became more and more bizzare...
P-Diddy had once said that MJ had shown him how you could see the beat -- not just hear it. In an era when morons lip-synch to what resembles a phys-ed drill, you had a man who was intense and his music came from his core. Yes it had the signature crotch-grab, the squeals et al. But that was him. If you did not like it , it was your personal choice. But questioning his talent is an insult to the 13 grammys, 750 million copies of his records and his huge fans the world over. You would not question his talent unless you were a clueless dimwit ..
For a man who was as successful and smart(ask Paul McCartney) as Jackson was, he and his lifestyle were his undoing. He though he was invincible and anything he did would pass. The spotlight did it's part to amplify his stupidity. But as his music suffered, so did his popularity and the cash flow. The lawsuits ensued, the lifestyle still remained and he paid the price.Sure there were enablers, but MJ's undoing was his own. He was a 50 year old man damnit ! He was not a kid, so stop blaming others. In the same vein, stop questioning his undeniable talent unless you are clueless..
As if the above was not bad enough, you write a lone paragraph about Rakhi and tie the two together -- in a bond more superflous than Rakhi's pending nuptials or the one Michael had. It is a shame that anything can pass off as journalism these days. You must be ashamed of this bovine crap your are peddling ; it is a sorry excuse for an article.
If anyone is interested in balanced, honest and true tributes/catharises about MJ, I'd suggest try huffingtonpost.com , they have some good ones.
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